"Need another drink?" 

The beer in your hand was practically empty, a few spare drops at the bottom keeping you busy. This was everything people warned you about; getting drunk at a random location, with people you hardly knew, deep into the midnight hours. Everything about it was bound to end horribly. And yet, you didn't feel so bad. The man in front of you was pretty. Really pretty. What was his name again...Dick? Something like that?

You could hardly remember the important details, but you knew his life story. How he was adopted into a rich family as a kid and had been doing "odd jobs" since then. Whatever that means. And you knew the story behind his shirt; the Hawaiian button down  that he accidentally stole from someone else's hotel room years ago- long story. He had a way of speaking that kept you smiling like a little kid and listening intently despite the loud music and laughter.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, standing up in the sand. There was a small bar on the beach a handful of feet away. He was quick to get another drink and bring it to you by the campfire. Dick smiled, handing it off. 

He sat down next to you, "I'm glad you came... What's your name again?"